J - Alone and Lonely

[Conor Soul]

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She brought demons with her, but they were her burden, not his. He could express interest, but by doing that he was more likely to dig into open wounds beneath her skin. Some creatures could not stand the thought of sharing their burdens with others, and there were so many valid reasons for keeping the skeletons hidden in their closet. But where would this poor girl sleep? Conor was not the greatest of actors, and his face could not keep the slight sadness at bay without changing with it, the edges of his mouth pulling down slightly. Not enough to create a grimace, but this was a sad creature he had standing before him.

Perhaps he noticed that something happened inside her, memories or pain causing a flood, but he made no move to acknowledge this. ”You may rest here if you wish,” he revealed, allowing his white tipped tail to fall from dominance to something much more casual. But what would happen after she had slept? Energy could not return of the body lacked fuel. Why did he always insist on thinking in such compassionate paths? He knew what this meeting would lead to. It had happened many times in the past and it would happen again. He could not help it, for he worshipped life while his surname expected him to cradle death instead.

But there was more. ”What are you searching for?” This question was spoken because of blind curiosity. It was good to see that she had a goal in all this, but where was she headed? What did she need to do?